Foundryside (The Founders Trilogy, #1)

by Robert Jackson Bennett

Can we cop to that?”

Ugh.

“Shit got out of hand.”

“Basically,”

“That’s, like, six unanswered questions!”

If you haven’t figured out yet that I’m making this up as I go, Clef, I don’t know what to tell you.>

“Listen, Estelle…there’s some shit going on.”

This is just egregious.

guess this could get weird.

“How should I know?”

a sex thing

“No shit.”

This place gives me the creeps,

little help?”

don’t get out much,”

frustration. The girl watched him warily. <So…that’s Tomas Ziani?> said Sancia. <The guy who bought out all of Company Candiano?> <I guess,> said Clef.

The Gulf was empty most of the time, essentially a mile-wide, artificial desert of gray, molded stone and dotted with drains.

“What a pleasure it is to see you so soon again.

“I’m out.”

And no one’s asked me once if I’m game for any of this. I’m not doing this mad shit. I’m not. I’m out.”

“Like—not going to do it?”

want to do something—I don’t know—something big.

“You’ve been lying to me this whole time!” “Well, yeah,” said Sancia.

“I’m still hung up on this thing being a ‘he,’ ” said Gregor. “It…it is a key, yes? The key says it’s a him? Is that right?” “Can we not bother with the dumb shit, please?” said Sancia.

knocking the wind from her. Breathing hard,

And if you put me in my just grave, then fine.

She stared at Orso, her face turning the color of a ripe peach.